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The DUCHESS ACQUITTED: Or, The TRUE CAUSE of the MAJORITY on the

WESTMINSTER ELECTION.

SOME strive to wound the virtuous name

Of De-n-re's, Dunn's fame,

Thofe beauteous, peerless pair;

And all the toiling earnest throng,

Let's celebrate in tuneful fong,

The brunette and the fair.

When charms conspire, and join their aid,

What mortal man is not afraid?

Who can unmov'd remain ?

What heart is fafe, whose vote secure,
When urg'd by the refiftless pow'r
Of Venus and her train?

Let Slander, with her haggard eye,
No more blafpheme with hideous cry
Th' indefatigable dame.
'Twas Venus in disguise, 'tis faid,
These efforts thro' the town difplay'd,
And her's alone the blame.

Than beauty's force and mighty pow'r,
Than charms exerted ev'ry hour,
What greater cause of fear?

Firm resolution melts away,
At beauty's so superior sway,

And Falsehood seems as fair.
The heart that still retain'd love's fire,
Unchill'd by age, warm with defire,
Could not refift their sway;
'Twas this rais'd Fox's numbers higher,
This did the tardy votes inspire-
Ah! poor Sir Cecil Wray!

Some fay false arts and base chicane;
Some Spitalfields accuse in vain;

Who could have fuch withstood?

Ev'n Wray himself, if fo caress'd,
The mighty influence had confefs'd,
It own'd had been by Hood,

Let no one dare, with lips profane,
Fair De-n-re or others stain;
The influence is divine.
The fault, if any, let them place
To Venus, her seductive grace,

And her redoubted shrine.

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Tune-Come, ye lads who wish to shine.

COME, ye fons of Freedom, come,

Repair unto the banner,
Where Liberty erects her head,

And points the path of Honour.
"Chufe my fav'rite FOX," she cries,
"The Champion of Old Albion :
" He always will protect our rights,
"Against the Court's intrusion."

Boldly push, the cause maintain,
Nor heed the threats of power,
For spirits firın and hearts of oak,
Will dare each adverse hour.
Then for FOX, my lads, huzza! &c.
What tho' new Peers like mushrooms rife,
T'attend Corruption's fummons,

And Wilkes supports Prerogative,
To trample on the Commons.

Yet, steady, we'll for FOX huzza! St.
Shall Judas, who betrays his friend,
E'er tax the fair to ruin?
Or gain his midnight back-stairs end,
Our freedom's fame undoing?
No-ftill for FOX we will huzza! &c.

Then Britons come, intrepid fouls,
Success crowns our endeavour,
For FOX, and LOVE and LIBERTY,
Shall be our theme for ever.
Huzza for FOX, my lads, buzza!
The Champion of Old Albion:
He always will protect our rights,
Against the Courts intrusion.

Te veniente diæ, te decente canebat.

WERE I to write, no man should grace the page,
But her's-the jewel of the present age;
In every fentence, and in every line,
The virtues of a Devonshire should shine;
That noble heroine, in prime of life,
The tender'st parent, and th' endearing wife!
With dignity as far as rank requires,
In mercy lib'ral, chafte in her defires;

Her eye ne'er swells with precedence of place,
Nor spurns at feeing others in disgrace;

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The DUCHESS ACQUITTED: Or, The TRUE CAUSE of the MAJORI"

WESTMINSTER ELECTION.

SOME strive to wound the virtuous name

Of De-n-re's, Dunn's fame,
Those beauteous, peerless pair;

And all the toiling earnest throng,
Let's celebrate in tuneful fong,

The brunette and the fair.

When charms conspire, and join their
What mortal man is not afraid?

Who can unmov'd remain ?
What heart is safe, whose vote fe
When urg'd by the resistless pov
Of Venus and her trai

Let Slander, with her has
No more blafpheme with
Th' indefatigab1

'Twas Venus in difg
These efforts thro'
And her's

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approaching death,

close my breath. *

Petition of Sir CECIL WRAY,

your Petitioner,

on mature reflection,

Mort humbly conceives he shall lofe his Election,
He fervently prays that you'll all pay a share
And the expence being greater than he's able to bear,
To Bankers, their names in the papers you'll find,
Who the smallest donations to receive are inclin'd.
He wou'd not folicit fo much for your aid,
But fupplies must be had when a fcrutiny's made;
Tho' his hopes are but flight to get fuch scrutineers,
And fet afide numbers so great as appears,

Yet the money fubfcrib'd of great use will be found,

And your Petitioner will pray, as in duty he's bound.

We have inferteotan merely for their well-meaning, and believe the writer, at the age of

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ing curious Specimens of Prose versified (for we cannot give the productions the Poetry) are faid to have been wrote by Sir Cecil Wray. Impartiality howus to declare, We do not think fuch peurile composition could ever have been Gentleman; his education having been liberal, and his knowledge of lanadmitted. With this apology we shall give them to our readers as copied • Newspapers.

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Familiar Verfes, addressed to two Young Gentlemen at the Hounflow Academy.

Take notice, roguelings, I prohibit,

Your walking underneath yon gibbet :

Have you not heard, my little ones,
Of Raw Head and Bloody Bones?

How do you know, but that there fellow,

May step down quick, and you up swallow ?

Verses on my own Horse, just after hunting in the manner of Feb's Horse.

WITH aged fire, and youthful vigour strung,
My horse's nerves have made his finews strong;
The sweat has oil'd his limbs-he's swift of course;

Oh! my brave, my fleet, my hunting horfe.

On CELIA killing a Flea.

Thou great epitome of little death, all hail!
How bleft thy fate beneath my Celia's lovely nail.
No more thou'lt skip from sheet to sheet alive and well,
The fair one's nail and finger toll'd thy paffing bell.

N. B. The allusion here to the noise made by the animal's fudden death, is beautifully descriptive of a paffing bell. Sir Cecil's knowledge of ancient history appears from the following:

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Free and familiar to all worthy friends,
Still complaifant, without finifter ends :
No way affected, or elate by youth,
Decent when gay, and modest ev'n in truth;
Such conduct renders her acquaintance bleft;
While her lov'd Lord reigns fovereign in her breaft,
With all that's pure to captivate the heart,
Beauty itseif fhares not the lowest part.

Though birth and riches in conjunction strove,
In vain, to infpire or increate his love;
Prudence and conftancy together join'd,
To fix its root still deeper in his mind,
No fancy'd rival with contempt he meets,
In Chatfworth gardens, or in London streets;
With perfect fatisfaction ever blest,
Joyful he rises, or lies down to rest.

By this example, Ladies, learn to live,
And taste that bliss that you were deign'd to give,
Females, no more arraign Eve's fatal fall,
Daughters, wives, mothers, may be happy all.
This am I bound in confcience to declare,
I have no interest to foothe the fair :

When eighty years announce approaching death,
'Tis time fincerity should close my breath. *

The lumble Petition of Sir CECIL WRAY,

SHEWETH,

THAT your Petitioner, on mature reflection,
Moft humbly conceives he shall lose his Election,
And the expence being greater than he's able to bear,
He fervently prays that you'll all pay a share
To Bankers, their names in the papers you'll find,
Who the smallest donations to receive are inclin'd.
He wou'd not folicit fo much for your aid,
But supplies must be had when a fcrutiny's made;
Thơ' his hopes are but flight to get fuch scrutineers,
And fet afide numbers so great as appears,

Yet the money fubfcrib'd of great use will be found,
And your Petitioner will pray, as in duty he's bound.

* We have inferted the above stanzas merely for their well-meaning, and believe the writer, at the age of 80, seems to have spoke from his heart. They are certainly inelegant, but a kind of patriarchal honesty and affection runs through the whole of the compofition, and feems to say with the Pfalmist, "Old and young, praife "ye the virtues of a DEVONSHIRE!"

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